Twas the night before elections...

[Dr. Ernest C. Ville, D.C.S.]

Our good friends over at Rapture Ready were kind enough to pen for us a little ditty that I would like to share with you all. While they tend to be a little too liberal for our taste, once in awhile they come up with something that is worth posting, as it glorifies us and God. This is one such occasion, brought to us by Jayna over at Rapture Ready:

*'Twas the night before elections*
*And all through the town*
*Tempers were flaring*
*Emotions all up and down!*
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*I, in my bathrobe*
*With a cat in my lap*
*Had cut off the TV*
*Tired of political crap.*
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*When all of a sudden*
*There arose such a noise*
*I peered out of my window*
*Saw Obama and his boys*
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*They had come for my wallet*
*They wanted my pay*
*To give to the others*
*Who had not worked a day!*
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*He snatched up my money*
*And quick as a wink*
*Jumped back on his bandwagon*
*As I gagged from the stink*
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*He then rallied his henchmen*
*Who were pulling his cart*
*I could tell they were out*
*To tear my country apart!*
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*' On Fannie, on Freddie, *
*On Biden and Ayers!*
*On Acorn, On Pelosi'*
*He screamed at the pairs!*
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*They took off for his cause*
*And as he flew out of sight*
*I heard him laugh at the nation*
*Who wouldn't stand up and fight!*
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*So I leave you to think*
*On this one final note-*
*IF YOU DONT WANT SOCIALISM*
*GET OUT AND VOTE!!!!*

And, for the record, this is NOT racist. I know that bit about the "Obama and his crowd have a stench", but it's a scientific fact: negroids have an aroma about them placed there by God ever since the sin of Ham. Facts are facts, there's no disputing it.

[Rev. M. Rodimer]

Re: Twas the night before elections...

Speaking of election-day fun, I used an anagram generator to find out what sorts of things come from "President John McCain" and "President Barack Obama". The results are horrifying! Just look at Obama's declaration of having had "relations" with the devil!

Obama:

I romped Satan bareback!
A smocked pet barbarian
A crimp: broken database!
A mascara-printed kebob
Adamant biceps, a broker
Armada, ebb; opt a snicker
Trek. I bombard. Panacea?
I, er, stabbed Panama. Rock!
Bedpan Era. Mortis! Aback?
Beatnik’s camper, abroad
Bait a bad emperor. Snack.

McCain:

Cancer? It impends, John
Chance Djinn imposter
I, [inject monarch], spend
I amend John’s precinct
I, John, end Mecca sprint
Inner John? Mad sceptic!
Inject macho spin, nerd